25. "I can't believe you talked me into this."
Captain Swan, season 2 divergence (this can be read in the same universe as # one needs to know)
"I can't believe you talked into this… again." Emma gasped the last word because his hand had found that spot that always left her moaning and gasping and bucking against his hand.
"It didn't require much convincing, princess." Hook replied as he kissed down her neck and bit playfully on her shoulder.
Somehow, he'd managed to get her to come back with him to his ship and into his cabin, where he had proceeded to undress her under all the innuendos and pretenses available. And here she was now, in his bed, in that magnificent attire they'd call undergarments in this realm; a truly beautiful creation of red lace that matched the top and the bottom. He almost didn't want to remove them because they looked so stunning against her pale, soft skin.
He looked at her from under his long eyelashes, a playful smirk on his face. "We can always stop, love. I won't continue if you are so repulsed to the idea." He said as his hand caressed her breast over the lace, playfully playing with her nipple.
She bit back a moan as her back arched to him and he chuckled. "Do you really want me to stop, Emma?" He asked softly, his hand moving to caress her cheek as he pulled her in a long, searing kiss that left him breathless.
She quickly grabbed him and flipped them over so he was on his back and she was straddling him, the lace of her underwear creating the most delicious friction he'd felt in centuries against the front of his leather pants. She looked like a goddess in red lace, her long blonde hair caressing his chest. And something awoke in him, something he hadn't felt in centuries. Something he never thought he'd feel again.
She ran her hands through his chest and he gasped at her touch, closing his eyes and sighing deeply. She lowered her face to his, licking his earlobe. "What's the matter, Captain?" She teased at him.
"Nothing, Swan." He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Just… come here." He said as he pulled her into a tender, soft, caring kiss that threw her off guard. She froze for a second, but his lips moved softly against hers, insistently, and she felt the need to respond in the same way as her hands caressed his face and she slowed down her movements and her kisses.
His arms hugged her tightly, pulling her flush against his chest, his hand running back and forth through her back, slowly caressing her. Her hands left his face to caress his shoulders. She broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to his, breathing slowly.
"Swan…" He said, risking a glance at her, his blue eyes conveying all his mixed feelings: lust, want, adoration, admiration, care. "I-I just…" He started but she cut him off as she pressed her lips softly to his, before looking at him with confused green eyes that were mirroring his feelings. "I know." She whispered. "Me too."
He hugged her tighter against his chest, his lips finding hers again in a complete different kiss.
Soft, tender, full of promise. Loving.